Haxorus used his tail to push back against Cubchoo when he got an idea of a counter attack.
He flowed along with Cubchoo’s force, using the momentum to backflip onto his feet.
His eyes flashed and turned a light blue.
Orbs circled around him amazingly fast. They almost blured and outshone his glinting scales.
His eyes then glew brightly as he roared, facing the sky.
The orbs then grew to a point they looked as if they were to explode.
They then shrunk into tiny spheres, barely visible.
He then released them, they were barely the size of marbles, but were raw, compressed energy.
They circled around him before flying above him and swirling up and down in spirals, almost like a shield.
Hidden power…a move Haxorus had mastered. He had the natural typing of ice energy.
He mastered the move so he could alter the type of his hidden power, by altering it he could alter his resistances.
His ice type hidden power allowed him more resistance to Ice, not much, but a huge difference to Haxorus, since his only weakness is ice type moves, only double strength effective luckily.
He knew Cubchoo was also an ice type. He knew the perks of hidden power however. He used it to compress the cold temperatures.
Even though Cubchoo was an ice type, didn’t mean he didn’t have a limit of how cold he can be…right?
For if that were so…he would have almost NO resistance to fire type moves, or much more above boiling point.
He had heard once of a frozen Beartic, surely there must be a point of weakness in harsh temperatures.
Haxorus definetely felt the chill as much as he tried to deny it. It was weakening his muscles, stiffening his steps, but that didn’t stop his fluid movements.
Shymran shut her eyes tightly and held her elbows, grimacing as she gritted her teeth.
Last time she felt this cold was the day she wished she’d died. The day her father did.
She had laid on that operating table for who knew how long. Her father beside her in another bed.
He was an odd color, a greyish blue. That froe her to the spine, she hadn’t known until she had seen the large apparatus linked to his body, not to mention the red stained bandages over his body.
No-one was around, it was dark. Pitch Black. She had turned on the light to see it, only to turn it off to spare her the pain.
She hadn’t slept a wink that night.
Haxorus saw the pain in her eyes. They looked cold where he was, dead.
He growled and called off the acid rain, he had still been refraining from spreading to her.
Haxorus stood right next to Symran, trying to provide whatever heat he could to her body.
He could have carried her out, but the door was on the other side of the arena, and he was sure Symran would certainly object to moving.
Other than Spectra Symran had no other fire type pokemon, and the Blaziken itself had no real heat source other than the fire inside.
He then saw the hinges of the door were frozen, he couldn;t break a titanium door, that’s the hardest metal on earth, and if he could he was sure he’d be in trouble for breaking part of whatever was left of her father’s.
He growled and decided to just stand by her for now, she seemed to be holding her own somehow, so why shouldn’t he.
Symran could feel her body numbing, if anything, she felt tired.